Things I love...

...that I can call my mom and babble on for an hour and cry and then laugh and then cry again and then have her offer, "I'm going to pay for you to go tanning. You need the sunlight."
Yes. Yes I do. Serotonin is fun.
I love my mom for listening. And not passing judgement. And for saying, "Oh Kate!" every time I swore, but then how she just kind of just settled into my mid-twenties speech rhythms.
I heart my mom.